Stopping at the last rest stop before the Nevada line we walked around and enjoyed the variety of travelers resting for the next leg of their destination. I focused on a survivalist with his camo jeep loaded with camo equipment and items to sustain him for his long periods of self encampment. I could visualize his surreal visions and dreams for protecting his life and dreams. All of a sudden I heard the loud rumbles of a Harley gently approaching the area. My gaze was transfixed on the object sitting on the motorcycle and his total enjoyment of his retro lifestyle. On his helmet were two large horns that stuck out about two feet. His jacket was fur pelts that were pieced together and his moustache, beard, and hair hung down past his shoulders. His thick brown leather pants and boots looked as if he had slaughtered some animal in the wild. Wished we could returned to the motor home in time to take two pictures of these two wondrous characters that will be so vividly imprinted in my mind forever.
Meandering down the road, Chuck and I had to laugh at a motor home in front of us, we had visions of the movie RV where the RV said “Rent Me,“ this one said “RV For Rent.” Remembering the movie brought back recollections of Robin Williams and his travels with his family.
After about 8 hours on the road we bedded down at a truck stop in Utah and planned to wake up early the next morning to view the sunset. We were not disappointed, the sunset was so beautiful and included views of the white Utah salt flats.
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